A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find,

A laggard in the rear of time’s sw… And one who loiters on an aimless… Through lands he knows not; lured… In secret paths where silence hold… And rust ascending wings. Roads m…

Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady:

Grey gaolers are my griefs That will not let me free; The bitterness of tears Is warder unto me. I may not leap or run;

In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sigh… Of Greece.

Well and If day on day Follows and weary year On year . . . and ever days and ye… Well?

Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.

Madonna, Madonnina Sat by the grey road-side, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast; Oh they were fain to rest,

Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.

When I was girl by Nilus stream I watched the deserts stars arise; My lover, he who dreamed the Sphi… Learned all his dreaming from eyes… I bore in Greece a burning name,

If illness’ end be health regained… Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I…

In a cave born (Mary said) In a cave is My Son buried

So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.

More dim than wining moon Thy face, mort faint Than is the falling wind Thy voice, yet do Thine eyes most strangely glow,

Little my lacking fortunes show For this to eat and that to wear; Yet laughing, Soul, and gaily go! An obol pays the Stygian fare. London, 1910